There are multiple things I could write about tonight. Black men being gunned down by police, illegal choke holds, failure to indict, protests, die ins, political folly; jailed youth without charges, Bill Cosby, sexual assaults and my brother is battling prostate cancer.
There is not a lack of compelling subject matter to write about.
And the writer in me will surely, one by one address these precarious situations; but not tonight.
I just arrived home from dinner and a movie shared with someone who makes me forget that the world is falling apart quicker than a hookers legs spread.
I don’t feel angst, I don’t feel revolutionary, I’m not in activism mode and what’s happening in the world around me isn’t of my primary concern.
So although I could take paper to pen and write an eloquent article denouncing the ills of society. I will not.
Tonight I simply want to consume the feeling he’s taken his time and energy to gift me with.
I’ll change the world tomorrow.